Pravda
Vampire Weekend"Pravda" is a song by Vampire Weekend, released in 2024 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:45 long and contains 43 lines and 282 words.
Lyrics
0:19I've waited through the wars of winter
0:24I've watched the cherry blossoms bloom
0:29I cannot wait here any longer
0:33I'm leaving at the rising of the moon
0:39I know what lies beneath manhattan
0:43I know who's buried in grant's tomb
0:48I wonder if they'll wait
0:49A while to clear away my crocodile
0:52I'm leaving at the rising of the moon
0:58They always ask me about pravda
1:03It's just the russian word for truth
1:07Your consciousness is not my problem
1:11'Cause when I come home
1:13It won't be home to you
1:36Your uncle henry lived in moscow
1:41Your aunt ludmilla lived there too
1:46Irina grew up in wisconsin
1:50I'm leaving at the rising of the moon
1:56The final moments in a doorway
1:58The final moments in a doorway
2:00The sacred light of afternoon
2:03The sacred light of afternoon
2:05Something starts to shake the leaves
2:07You tug upon your t-shirt sleeves
2:09And shiver 'til the rising of the moon
2:15They always ask me about pravda
2:20It's just the Russian word for truth
2:24Your consciousness is not my problem
2:28'Cause when I come home it won't be home to you
2:53I took the family balalaika
2:58Those strings would never stay in tune
3:03I hung it up on the piano
3:07I'm leaving at the rising of the moon
3:12I had a job once in penn station
3:17Down at a tie shop called tiecoon
3:20Down at a tie shop called tiecoon
3:22Every time my shift began
3:23I'd see that quiet businessman
3:26I'm leaving at the rising of the moon
3:32They always ask me about pravda
3:37It's just the Russian word for truth
3:41Your consciousness is not my problem
3:45And I hope you know your brain's not bulletproof
I've waited through the wars of winter I've watched the cherry blossoms bloom I cannot wait here any longer I'm leaving at the rising of the moon I know what lies beneath manhattan I know who's buried in grant's tomb I wonder if they'll wait A while to clear away my crocodile I'm leaving at the rising of the moon They always ask me about pravda It's just the russian word for truth Your consciousness is not my problem 'Cause when I come home It won't be home to you Your uncle henry lived in moscow Your aunt ludmilla lived there too Irina grew up in wisconsin I'm leaving at the rising of the moon The final moments in a doorway The final moments in a doorway The sacred light of afternoon The sacred light of afternoon Something starts to shake the leaves You tug upon your t-shirt sleeves And shiver 'til the rising of the moon They always ask me about pravda It's just the Russian word for truth Your consciousness is not my problem 'Cause when I come home it won't be home to you I took the family balalaika Those strings would never stay in tune I hung it up on the piano I'm leaving at the rising of the moon I had a job once in penn station Down at a tie shop called tiecoon Down at a tie shop called tiecoon Every time my shift began I'd see that quiet businessman I'm leaving at the rising of the moon They always ask me about pravda It's just the Russian word for truth Your consciousness is not my problem And I hope you know your brain's not bulletproof
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